Curse of the Mysterious Asteroid

"This issss... ooohhh ahhh... this is the big one!" yelled Cassiopeia.

Fiora locked her arms around the princess's legs and held her close, fighting the involuntary motion of her master as she writhed in delight. Her tongue slid across her master's soaking pussy and teased her throbbing clit, building to the big finale.

"Here it comes!" Cassiopeia screamed. The third wave of orgasm hit her like an earthquake, she could feel it rattle her bones. Blood thundered in her ears and she realized she was laughing so loud, her throat was practically raw.

"YEEEEeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahha!" she howled, pitching backward and falling into the canyon between Fiora's towering tits.

For an eternal minute, Cassiopeia could do nothing but listen to the ringing in her ears and moan quietly to herself. Finally, she pushed her way out from between Fiora's outrageous knockers and up into a sitting position.

That was when she noticed Blondie.

The guard's face was flushed, with red marks on her forehead and the bridge of her nose from pressing against the glass. She'd obviously been masturbating. Cassiopeia didn't need to see anything but the wild look in her eyes to know that. The princess shot the guard a come hither grin and beckoned with her finger.

"Sit tight, Fiora, we'll be free in no time," said Cassiopeia through her smile.

But, to her surprise, the guard just shook her head.

Cassiopeia and Fiora couldn't make out what she said through the glass, but Cassiopeia got the gist.

"I'm not falling for that old trick," she'd said. "I had my fun out here. Thanks for the show, though!"

The guard disappeared beneath the porthole as she retrieved her trousers. When she popped back up, Cassiopeia flipped her off. Blondie only winked in response and blew her a kiss before moving completely out of sight.

"Did it work, is she letting us out?" asked Fiora.

"No..."

Cassiopeia groaned and extricated herself the rest of the way from Fiora's cleavage.

The floor was slick with their sweat, and the princess's boots squeaked on the wet steel as she walked across the room to retrieve her panties.

Fiora propped herself up on one elbow.

"These are starting to get pretty heavy," she griped. "What do we do now?"

The princess let out a sigh.

"Nothing. I'm out of ideas."

"So that's it? I'll just lie back until my boobs grow big enough to smother me?"

"Here, you'll have more time if we get you on top of them."

"Great, I'd much rather be crushed against the ceiling."

With much grunting and cursing, the pair were able to work together to get Fiora on top of her sofa-sized breasts. They were too heavy for her to stand up, so she folded her arms across the tops and leaned forward into them.

Cassiopeia sat down next to her and rested her head against one of the monstrous melons.

"I'm so sorry, Fiora. This is all my fault. I should have listened to you when you told me this sector of space was too dangerous. I let my pride get in the way of my judgment and now we'll both pay the price..."

Fiora reached down and stroked the princess's hair.

"My first day on the job with you, I got shot at, kidnapped and nearly caught in a thermonuclear explosion," said Fiora "And my life has been in danger a thousand times since then. I could have quit any time in the past three years, but I chose not to. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Cassiopeia sniffed back some very un-royal tears.

"Because being your chauffer has been the biggest adventure of my life, and staying with you was my decision."

Cassiopeia smiled.

"Well, I'm sorry, but it looks like this is our last adventure. I've finally gotten us into a situation that even my indestructible quantanium breastplate can't get me out of..."

"Well, at least the past few hours have been almost enough fun to make up for it, right?"

Cassiopeia didn't answer. Her eyes were dancing with ideas.

"Holy shit! My breastplate! Of course!" she leaped to her feet and shook Fiora by the shoulders, an action that sent ripples across the surface of her mammoth tits. "I can get us out of this!"

"But I thought you said the breastplate would only slow the process?"

"When I'm wearing it, but that's not my plan. I'm going to take it off!"

"What!? We'll be dead twice as fast, you said!"

"Fiora, this breastplate was forged in the heat of the Big Bang during the first millisecond of time. It's completely indestructible to any force that can exist at the universe's current level of entropy and opaque to all forms of radiation, including breastonic particles."

"So? It'll barely fit you in another twenty minutes."

"It doesn't have to fit me anymore. If I can get it up there, I can block the source of the radiation," Cassiopeia pointed up at the glowing dome in the ceiling that was flooding the room with malicious radiation.

"How are you supposed to reach? There's no way you can hold me up now!"

"Nope, you're going to hold me up. All we have to do is wait..."

Hours passed and Fiora's breasts continued to grow, swelling larger and larger until she could stand up with her boobs touching the floor.

"At least I don't have to carry them anymore," she said. "These damn things must weigh a ton by now."

A half hour later, they weighed two tons each, and were growing faster than ever.

"You doing all right up there?" asked Fiora, looking up at the mountainous mammaries towering over her.

"Just a few more feet!" called Cassiopeia.

I just hope this works, she thought.

The princess could barely keep her breastplate on any more. She'd undone the straps nearly an hour ago and was now just pressing the precious quantanium to her chest, keeping the radiation out as best she could. Her tits had swelled to the size of basketballs and continued to grow larger every minute.

Every second that Fiora's breasts grew brought Cassiopeia closer to the ceiling. The glowing dome was just a few feet outside her reach, now. She was close enough to the source of radiation that she could feel it tingling across her skin, and her tits were soaking up every particle they could.

"Whoosh," Cassiopeia grunted with the effort of standing. Fighting the colossal weight of her own boobs and keeping her balance on Fiora's was exhausting, and she still hadn't recovered from her earlier "workout."

Finally, the evil dome was within arm's reach. Cassiopea took off her breastplate and lifted it up over her head, using it to block the radiation emissions from the dome.

"I've got it!" she called down.

From somewhere in the vast, pink mound of boobs that nearly filled the entire room, she heard Fiora's voice call up something in an encouraging tone, but it was too muffled to make out.

"It's not a perfect seal, but it doesn't have to be," said Cassiopeia. "All we need is to reflect enough of the radiation back into the emitter that it backs up into the facility. Hopefully that'll happen before we're crushed to death..."

Tense minutes passed. The electric tingle in Cassiopeia's breasts was growing stronger every second, and she was drenched in sweat from the effort of supporting her ever-swelling chest. So close to the dome, they were gaining nearly a foot in diameter every ten seconds; their tops pressed against the ceiling and their bottoms squishing into Fiora's cleavage.

Finally, the pair's desperate gambit paid off. In the breastonic excitation room several floors above, warning lights began to flash and alarms wailed as the particle pressure in the massive generators began to build.

The technicians were helpless to contain the sudden buildup of breastonic radiation. In desperation, they summoned the titanic machine's inventor and sole designer: Dr. Ketrigan Malevola.

"Vat is going on here? What haf you idiots done to my machine?" Dr. Malevola strode into the room, her leather greatcoat open at the front, displaying her impressive cleavage for all to see.

Her narrow, lily white face was twisted into a cruel sneer. She had all the beauty of an ice sculpture. All the inner warmth as well. She towered over the young technicians as she made a beeline for the duty manager. The poor girl stood rooted to the spot while everyone else backed off to a safe distance.

"We didn't touch anything, doctor!" quivered the small brunette in a lab coat and glasses who had the misfortune of being the senior technician on duty at the time. She was so overwhelmed with fear, she could barely speak. "A-all of a sudden, the machines started going crazy!"

Dr. Malevola slapped the hapless technician hard across the face.

"Machines don't just 'go crazy!'" she shouted "They only go crazy from human incompetence!"

She strode across the room to the main control console and peered at the display. What she saw made her go white as a sheet.

"These figures can't be right!" she exclaimed. "This means..."

The leather-clad dark scientist looked down at her chest. It had already grown from a DD to an E.

All around the room, technicians were realizing what was happening. Cries of panic (and a few of delight) filled the air as every breast in the room was flooded with breastonic particles.

"Shut the magnetons down! Shut them down!" bellowed Dr. Malevola.

"We can't!" squealed one of the technicians, struggling to unbutton her lab coat before her soccer ball sized tits could burst the fabric. "It's already backventing, if we shut it down now, it'll explode!"

"The only way to relieve the pressure is to clear the blockage at the emitter end," another technician spoke up, staggering beneath the weight of what looked like twin watermelons beneath her shirt.

Back down in the cell, things were looking grim. Cassiopeia was getting squeezed on three sides by the ceiling, Fiora's ocean of boobs and her own massive tits, which were now easily the size of cars.

"Princess! Princess, can you hear me?" Fiora yelled.

"Yes, Fiora, I hear you."

"I think somebody's opening the door. I can hear the locks turning."

"Good!"

"But once they get in, what will we do? We can't move or fight like this!"

"We won't have to," said Cassiopeia. "They'll be beaten as soon as they get the door open."

The corridor outside the breastonic chamber was full of guards, each of them poised and ready to storm the room. Blondie slid her keycard in the lock and disengaged the bolts. The door slid open on hydraulics and...

Suddenly, the force pressing Cassiopeia to the ceiling vanished as Fiora's breasts began to shrink rapidly to their original size.

"What's happening!? They're shrinking!" Fiora cried.

"Of course they are," said Cassiopeia, sliding down the side of a breast the size of a small elephant. "The door is open."

"Why would that..."

Fiora suddenly became aware of a calamitous din coming from the hall outside.

"What's all that screaming?" she asked.

"I suspect that's the guards, come to stop us from escaping."

"How do we fight them?" Fiora struggled against the still monumental weight of her breasts.

Cassiopeia didn't answer, instead buckling on her breastplate and striding over to the open door.

"Halt, prisoner!" a mousy guard with thick glasses appeared at the entrance, leveling her laser rifle at the princess.

Cassiopeia put up her hands.

"Okay now, prisoner. Don't move, or I'll shoot..." said the guard.

Cassiopeia didn't move, but the guard's chest began to swell up. Surfboard to double E in no time flat.

"Wh-what's happening?" she cried, her fat tits now bursting at the seams of her uniform. "Aaaaaa!"

The guard's fatigues exploded, spraying buttons in all directions as her breasts burst out of her top. Within seconds, they were too large for the girl to carry and she collapsed to the ground, her gun completely immobilized beneath her vast cleavage.

Outside in the hall, there were more than a dozen guards suffering the same fate, collapsed on the ground or pinned against the walls, struggling to move beneath their enormous, heaving breasts.

"Fiora, are you small enough to move yet?" asked Cassiopeia. She looked back. Not yet, but they was getting there. Fiora's tits had gone from colossal to merely titanic, but they were still bigger than she was.

"Princess, why am I shrinking?" asked Fiora.

Cassiopeia smiled at the question.

"Remember how you noticed how all the guards in this place were flat chested?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I figured out why. I knew there was no way known to science to generate such high levels of breastonic radiation. I figured Cyberface had discovered some new technique, turns out he just cheated."

"'Cheated,' how?" asked Fiora.

"He didn't generate the particles. He harvested them."

"From who?"

"The guards, of course. They're all flat-chested because their naturally occuring particles have been drained dry," explained Cassiopeia. "Which is good news for us."

"Why's that?"

"Because every guard in this place is carrying a positive breastonic charge. We've been oversaturated, so we're negatively charged. Any guard that gets near us will absorb the radiation from our bodies."

Sure enough, as the guards outside in the hall grew larger, Fiora's tits grew smaller. It wasn't long before they were back to the size of jumbo beach balls.

"What about your boobs?" asked Fiora, pointing at Cassiopeia's watermelon sized tits, crammed comically into her undersized breastplate.

"The breastplate is holding all my particles in for now. I figure I'd hold onto them in case I needed them..."

"It's your body..."

"Can you move yet? We need to get out of here."

"I think so."

Navigating the narrow passage outside the cell was a tricky exercise. They had to squeeze their way through a gauntlet of gargantuan gazongas that were nearly as large as they were.

"If all these girls are positively charged from having their breastons harvested or whatever, why don't they just grow until they're back to their normal size? Why would they keep growing?"

"My guess is they've been harvested repeatedly for years. The effect is cumulative. Each of these guards has a breastonic debt of hundreds of pounds worth of boobs."

"Or more..." observed Fiora, as she squeezed herself around a particularly large pair. The girl trapped beneath them groaned and tried to grab Fiora's leg, but it was a futile effort.

"Will they be okay?" asked Fiora.

"Eventually. We'll be long gone by then, though. Come on."

The pair swiped a keycard from a guard laying helpless beneath a pair of boobs the size of boulders and made their way up the stairs into the main facility.

"No alarms yet, I guess they were all caught by surprise," said Cassiopeia. "Follow me, I think I remember where they hid our guns."

The princess led them down a side passageway and Fiora jogged along behind. They hadn't encountered any guards in a while so Fiora's boobs had quit shrinking.

"Could we please slow down?" she complained, struggling to keep her beach ball sized chest from bouncing wildly with every step.

"Shh, it's around this corner, I'm sure. See?" Cassiopeia pointed to a sign stenciled on the wall next to them.

"Armory."

The princess peeked around the corner, staying as flat as she could against the wall (which wasn't very flat at all, given the circumstances.)

"There's a guard," she said. "Fiora, come a little closer..."

Fiora tiptoed closer to the princess.

Sure enough, no sooner had Fiora approached the passageway than the sentry outside the armory began to grunt with discomfort.

"What's going on?" she yelped, looking frantically up and down the hall. She tried to adjust her bra, but her chest was growing too fast. In mere moments, she was every bit as big as Fiora had been, while Fiora had finally shrunk down to her normal B-cup self.

"Ohh, tiny boobies, I missed you so much!" cooed Fiora, tweaking her tiny, pert nipples.

"Wait here," instructed Cassiopeia, disappearing around the corner.

"You there! Halt, wait!" commanded the guard, struggling to unsling her rifle. The strap was too well embedded in her cleavage to be removed, and it was child's play for the princess to incapacitate her.

Cassiopeia tied the guard up with her own belt and stuffed her mouth with a gag made from shredded fatigues before availing herself of the armory's bounty.

"Ah, my D-ray gun! Did they hurt you my sweet beauty?" the princess purred into the bulbous ray pistol that was her favorite toy (that didn't vibrate, anyway).

Fiora stole a camouflage top to hide her modesty, then proceeded to load herself up with every weapon she could carry. She stuffed her pockets with grenades, clipped a pistol and holster to either side of her belt and slung a laser rifle over her shoulder.

"Aren't you gonna arm up?" asked Fiora.

"Nah, this baby's all I need," Cassiopeia grinned, stroking the D-ray. "Besides, I think you've got it pretty much covered..."

"Where to, now? Are we gonna bust into Cyberface's control room and blast him to atoms?"

"Are you crazy? We're getting back to the ship and getting the hell off this asteroid before this whole place goes on lockdown," Cassiopeia scoffed.

Too late. No sooner had the word "lockdown" escaped Cassiopeia's lips than alarms started to blare all over the asteroid.

"Security lockdown, intruder alert," intoned a calm female voice over the PA system. "Security lockdown, intruder alert."

"Ohh, I hate the part where they say 'intruder alert,'" grumbled Fiora. "They're always talking about us."

"Change of plans. I guess we are going to the control room after all..."

The pair didn't encounter many guards on their mad dash to the control room, and those they did encounter were easily overpowered.

"Where is everybody?" asked Fiora, after encountering their third empty hallway.

"All the security forces on watch are stuck down in the dungeon beneath ten thousand pounds of boobs," laughed Cassiopeia. "Anyone who heard the alarm was probably off shift. They'd go to the armory before trying to apprehend us."

"Heh. Well, good luck with that," smiled Fiora.

Before leaving the armory behind, Fiora had taken the initiative of smashing all the weapons she could and melting the armory lock after closing it.

"Knock knock!" bellowed Cassiopeia, standing aside as Fiora blasted open the door to the control room.

They leaped inside... only to find the room empty.

"Wha?"

"It's a trap!" shouted Cassiopeia, jumping to one side as a transparent dome dropped from the ceiling.

Fiora wasn't quick enough, and the dome sealed around her, leaving her trapped like a fly under glass.

"Fiora!" Cassiopea pounded on the dome with the butt of her pistol, but the glass wasn't even scuffed.

The princess suddenly became aware of a slow, clapping sound emanating from behind her. She turned to see Baron Cyberface stepping out from behind a console.

"Bravo, princess, bravo," he growled. "But, even if you were able to outwit my bodyguards, you're still no match for me. Behold!"

Cyberface gestured to a nearby console with a flourish of his cape. Dr. Malevola stepped out of the shadows and flashed Cassiopeia a wicked grin before throwing a nearby switch. The air filled with an ominous hum.

"Dr. Malevola, it's a pleasure seeing you again," said Cassiopeia "When was the last time we saw each other?"

"I think it was Viraxis Twelve."

"You were bustier then. Have a little run-in with a breastonic extractor recently?"

Dr. Malevola scowled and pulled her greatcoat closed to hide the tiny mosquito bites on her chest.

"Don't worry, they went to a good cause," she hissed.

The humming began to intensify.

"Oh no, not again!" cried Fiora. She pounded on the glass as her tiny breasts began to swell once again to enormous proportions. This time, it was only seconds before they were too heavy for Fiora to carry, tearing through her camouflage top and pressing up against the glass wall of the dome.